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Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they about this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I a real hard rhyme" ---> keith murray
"every time I pick up the microphone I it (what they know about
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"when I bust on the mic, I a real hard rhyme" ---> keith murray

[verse
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while shit
If anyone up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
Motherfuck the shop, wreck the goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you in first grade
Ain't nothin about you but your lies
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year newborn toys
Don't know shit chicago, but I could still make illa noyz
robin leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like

2x

My and wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on sally
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no
Leavin your skull split steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get offended I hear my city badmouthed
We to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a kim radio edit
up kids be tryin to live paid
You get your grill sprayed twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or i'ma send you flyin a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate
into your crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
Just for livin nowadays'll get you with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya what'm sayin? see where we live,
we shine

2x

Mc's put detroit up in they rap
Cause without us careers wouldn't last long
So a generation we've been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put glasses on
Got these a & r's and with binoculars
Lookin in, us and not jockin yours
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost
One million rappers in this bitch, need to slow down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the dealers
Two years in the joint, touchin hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the fuck are you? just coincidental
When your rhyme your even worse the instrumental
Your just a phone-tapper with no
Talkin shit, I got a that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, we hit
Next time think twice of who you fuckin wit

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